The Family Photoshoot.
It was a doomed plan right from the start. We were already an hour late.
Dad gave up navigating the 3rd-mile maze of four-storey shophouses. All dressed in formal and in our very best, we were due to be at the My Wedding Collection studio for a photoshoot appointment at 4.30pm. Nobody knew exactly where was it, only a vague idea that it could be in 3rd-mile.
The clock ticked 5.30pm. Regretting he hadn’t made sure of its location beforehand, Dad rang up the studio.
“Hello? Is this My Wedding?”
Sis and I let out a chuckle.
“May I know where is your studio located? Near Hung Hung Inn? Okay.”
Which is, of course, nowhere near 3rd-mile.
So we made it to Hung Hung Inn but the studio was nowhere to be found. As if things couldn’t get any worse, it started raining really heavily. The 5pm rush hour traffic wasn’t of much help either. So we circled the area scanning every nook and canny for the studio while Mum tried frantically to call the studio to reaffirm their exact location.
Desperate, I used Dad’s phone to do a Google search on the studio’s address but found nothing but negative reviews of My Wedding Collection on a few discussion boards. Little did I know I’m gonna write one myself.
Because, guess what, we must have called them a good 20 times or more but nobody bothered to answer. Even the answering machine got sick of trying to get the point across that nobody’s picking up.
Frustrated, with a good two hours after the appointment time, tired, hungry and worried with the negative reviews of the studio’s service on the Net, we aborted the photoshoot and headed back home. We never heard from My Wedding Collection studio ever since that day.
The set at the Hollywood Bridal studio.
The next day, Mum managed to arrange another appointment. This time with the Hollywood Bridal studio, who were good enough to update my mom on a free slot available when they earlier said they were occupied for the rest of the week. My Wedding Collection studio didn’t even bother to contact us considering we didn’t show up the day before. Go figure.
So for the second time in a week, we dressed up in formal and all. This time taking no chances, knowing fully well the location of the studio and departing well before the appointment time.
Look at what my mum’s standing on!
So screw My Wedding Collection.
The photos turned out so good, we have only this to say to our experience the day before: Good riddance.
A week later, the photos were ready for collection — two 8R prints, a 4R print and two 4R-sized soft copies.
The sister and yours truly.
Damn, my sister’s catching up with my height. Can’t..Lose. Gotta. Eat. More. Grow. Taller! =(
The prints were a nightmare to scan though, as they came with a bloody matte textured surface. Photoshop couldn’t be of much help.
That’s what you have to resort to when they charge a whopping 20 bucks each for a soft copy. =\
I’m so gonna run a photo studio with that kind of moolah!